The Stoic

I just saw an ass Chewing on some figs Well, its taste is fine Get that donkey wine Get the donkey drunk, lady Get the donkey drunk Get the donkey drunk, lady Get the donkey drunk I've been being quiet This entire night First my feet got tipsy Now I'm getting dizzy Get the donkey drunk, lady Get the donkey drunk Get the donkey drunk, lady Get the donkey drunk What you held for true And your things to do Were all falsehoods that can be relieved By another brew When your speech gets slurred It seems less absurd There is not a single thing to say That won't be misheard